All up in my brain

I spent five minutes wondering if I could elbow that preacher in the head and make it look like an accident. He's a timid little bitch that likes to wave our pistols around and puff out his chest. It's only natural that I would want to elbow him in the head.

Sometimes, I hear this particular synthesizer sound in shitty R&B songs from the 80's and shittier Yes songs from the same era. That synthesizer sound makes me want to scream and punch holes in the atmosphere.

While I was on vacation, I ran across a taxidermied tableau of badgers fighting to the death. It was only $75 and I didn't buy it. I'm so disappointed with myself. The museum really needs a taxidermy collection.

My mom sleeps on a cardboard box behind a dumpster on Harry-Hines in Dallas, and has conversations with people that died a long time ago. I'm not sure if I think she's on the threshold of death, or that crack cooks your brain while it gets you really high. Regardless, she will not be stifled. She told us so.

As I reached to stub out my cigarette, I caught a moth in mid-flight, and he caught fire. It smelled like burning hair, but was pretty majestic to watch. Sorry little moth, it was an accident.

They tell me that Brother Otis got hooked on the dope and tried to carjack an old lady. He's in jail, probably headed to a state prison for the rest of his life. I can't say I'm surprised. That motherfucker is crazy. It's just too bad he'll be trading his costumes for an orange jumpsuit.